From the time we are born, the mentality of “I can” is ingrained in our thick skulls.
Parents say, “Oh, yes, you CAN.” (mmmhmmm. I’m one of those.)
Teachers reiterate: “Just try. Then try again.”
Even the childhood story of The Little Engine that Could is a favorite.
“I think I can; I think I can.”
Today my sweet almost three-year-old Tarah says to me:
Mommy, will you open this for me? I can’t.
And God whispered to my heart:
Don’t you love that? Her little request and reliance on you. You know she can’t open it; she knows she can’t open it. So she sweetly asks and just as sweetly receives.
Hmmmm. Maybe that’s what He wants from us, His children.
Just that simple admittance:
Father, I can’t. But You CAN; do it through me. Give me the strength only You possess.
Because I can’t.